My eyes crave for an unknown light
Whilst translucent clouds cover
The shadows beneath
But eyes they try to find a path along
Leading to an unset destination.
...With friction of bare thoughts
Carrying a whim, a desire to reach
It's strange and intimidating
Without that broken compass
But with its delusive ways to
Deter, to scathe !
A broken compass it is, left behind
A good riddance from
The cages of covered foam
Of struggling faith , a whim ,a desire to reach
An unset destination
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